Yeah, today the big day Been here four years, eleven months and twenty-nine hot ones One more day and I'm a free man walkin Leavin from behind these gates, I paid my debt to the state And ever since they took the weights Wasn't much for a nigga to do but

Bennie and the Jets Say, Candy and Ronnie, have you seen them yet Oh, Bennie, she’s really keen She’s got electric boots, a mohair suit Hey kid, shake it loose together The spotlight’s hitting something That’s been known to change the weather We’ll kill

She told me to And showed me what to do We've got to make it rain somehow How Maggie makes it in her cloud I said hey now She knows how to make it loud But not for long girl It's in the song girl

Southside and East Side Gucci (We an army) They call me peacoat shawty, left wrist eight-forty (whoa) Gucci Mane home ballin' while your bank account fallin' (damn) Gucci Mane, I don't fear no one but God (on God) For fifty mil' I'll get in the ring and

Head in a cloud And they wake up, and they go out We only wake 'cause our eyes are open Open so wide we walk in the dark Trying so hard to keep what we're losing Using our feet to show them the movements We were like them before we were older Just like

You are the crutch of this disease And I've been locked in your machine Sit here and rot, or break this deal My mouth is shut, my lips are sealed Your state of mind revealed That my love for you was real They say in time wounds heal But I got nothing

If these walls could talk If these walls could talk, I'd hope they wouldn't say anything Because they've seen way too many things 'Cause we'd fall from grace, we're falling Yeah, we'd fall from grace Some things are meant to be secret and not to be heard

Nah nah nah nah nah nah, nah nah nah, hey Jude Hey Jude, don't make it bad Take a sad song and make it better Remember to let her into your heart Then you can start to make it better Hey Jude, don't be afraid You were made to go out and get her The

Hey you, you're a child in my head You haven't walked yet Your first words have yet to be said But I swear you'll be blessed I know you're still just a dream your eyes might be green Or the bluest that I've ever seen Anyway you'll be blessed And you,

I went from goin' to school, to totin' them tools and makin' a move Said I would win, they said I would lose, shit We're so confused, hope I don't make the news, oh Lord We was breakin' the rules, trappin' to get some food Risking freedom for shoes